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I was on Madamenoire and saw information and a trailer for a movie which will sadly get little media attention and recognition. So I thought it wise to share in hope that we, as a community can watch it and give it the credence it deserves.

Please check it out and let me know your thoughts.

Yea, I said it!

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Recently a good friend and I were having a conversation about people who are always full of drama, negativity, or are always asking for advice. She then told me those people are called Askholes? Now, I see you looking at the screen like Huh?

Well, that’s the definition of it. I’m sure Webster isn’t up on it yet, but it should be. Don’t we all know someone who fits this title? For shits and giggles, please share the Askhole in your life and for their protection, you can alter their names. Hahaha!

Yea, I said it!

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Parents these days needto understand that their children sometimes need to be spoken to in a stern voice in order to have their voice heard and force the child to recognize that things aren’t always up for debate. I’m so sick and tired of parents talking to their kids with this sugar-sweet voice and expect to be taken seriously. Children require discipline and the understanding that actions have consequences. If these parents insist on talking to their kids like things are up for debate or in the sugared tone, how the heck do they think they, as parents will command the respect their title/position holds, be an authoritative figure, or expect their child to have any comprehension of how to conduct themselves?

Why do some women think it’s okay to dress their daughters as mini versions of themselves? I’m sick of seeing toddlers and little girls with weaves, press-on nails, and clothing that is entirely inappropriate of a child that age to be wearing. In addition to taking issue with the mothers, I take issue with the designers of such garments. It’s bad enough our daughters are being sexualized through the media outlets and then they back it up with child versions of adult clothing. SMDH 😕

If a man already has multiple children; to include baby mammas, why does the next woman think or expect him to have time and money for her child? I’m sorry, there is no way in this or the next lifetime am I taking up with a man with multiple previous children, especially if he’s not taking care of them. In that vein, why would a man want to take up with a woman with multiple children and baby daddies? Sadly, I can’t even say it’s a ghetto thing since there are athletes and such in that very category.

When I’m at a club and a man offers to buy me a drink, I opt for refusing it as I don’t want him to think I’m now in some way obligated to indulge in conversation, accept his advances, or be “his” for the time I’m there.

I’ve got issues with people touching me. I take such offense to it that I’ve had to have my friends run interference when they see it happening. If someone; especially someone I don’t know is conversing with me, it’s wise they keep their hands to themselves; men in particular. There is no reason for him to talk with his hands on my person. A fave line when this occurs, “talk with your mouth, not with your hands” and usually walk away.

After almost 32 years, I still have my English accent and find it annoying as all hell to have someone try to speak like me or ask me to repeat particular words because they think it’s cute. It’s one thing to not understand, but to treat me like a doll, I don’t think so.

When people find out I was in the military, I am usually not please with the startled response, you were in the service? as if feminine looking women don’t wear uniforms. Puh-leeze! That’s tantamount to thinking all gay people have a “look”.

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We all just want to be and feel appreciated for what we do. We don’t require grand productions; usually just a simple “Thank You” would suffice as it positively boosts the ego, raises our self-esteem, and certainly boost morale.

Why I am saying this? 1) Because it’s true and 2) it needed to be said out loud.

Specifically, I have been the recipient of expressed appreciation and I’m sharing what it means to me.

I work for the Government where Feds wear blue badges and Contractors wear green ones. While most people interact freely and well with each other, there are some Feds who think and act like they’re above the Contractors and treat them with an inferior attitude. I’ve seen this first hand and sometimes from management. Well, I’ve been blessed and find myself rather fortunate that I’ve had and have the pleasure of working for/with not one, but two Fed managers who treat me with dignity, courtesy, respect, and most of all appreciation.

The first manager has now retired, but always took the time to thank me for what I’d done great or small, commended me on a job well done, and let me know personally when higher management has spoken well or highly of me. I typically shy away from retirement lunches etc.; however, I felt compelled to attend his, where he once again thanked me for the work I’d done and to say I was likewise a pleasure to work with.

My current manager is a real treat. He knocks cautiously on my wide open door before just walking in, he asks politely regarding anything he’d like me to do, appreciates the work I do and my contribution to “making his life easier”, and most of all thanks me. He not just thanks me, he thanks me with full and humble appreciation, which I’ve got to tell you; feels really good. I feel privileged to work with someone who does not just see me as a ‘green badge’, but as a coworker; realizing we’re all part of a team and need to work together in order to accomplish the necessary tasks. I look forward to going to work and being a part of his team instead of feeling like a lowly cog in the wheel.

A good work environment isn’t easy to come by, but I’m thankful for mine and for the appreciation that comes with it. Like the post title reflects; it’s the little things and I wholeheartedly believe that.

I hope each of you are appreciated for who you are as well as for what you do. If you aren’t, challenge those who aren’t grateful to tell you why; where possible of course.

Personally, I want to thank each of you that reads my blog that I truly do appreciate you. You don’t have to read it, but you take a little time out of your day to show interest and whether you comment or not, I still appreciate it. I don’t blog for attention, but to simply express myself in an open forum because Lord knows, I may not say anything otherwise…haha! Jokes aside, blogging has helped me grow, learn, heal, be amused, angered, etc., but most of all, I’m inspired by each of you that share your lives with lil old me.

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I reserve the right to say what I want to say; shy of actually; moreso intentionally hurting someone’s feelings.

I reserve the right to turn my music up a little louder in my office because the manager is off today and no one else will be in close proximity to hear what I’m listening to.

I reserve the right to continue this day without wearing eyeliner to somewhat conceal the fact that your girl is friggin tired and it took an act of Congress to get up this morning.

I reserve the right to text friends and tell them that they need to be up and moving…why? Because I am…ahahaha!

I reserve the right to do only that which is absolutely necessary at work today.

I reserve the right to buy a bottle of wine and consider consuming the entire bottle once I get home from work…roughly 3:30. That’s almost Happy Hour time anyway right?!

I reserve the right to order take out for dinner instead of cooking.

I reserve the right to not give a fudge that Lance Armstrong doped and not listen to anyone or any commentary on the subject

I reserve the right to use my newly formed phrase “what in the fudge packing district” as freely as I want (Reggie, I know you want to know what that means, so I’ll tell you…it means, what is the “ass fuggery*)

I reserve the right to plays Words With Friends with liberal abandon today

I reserve the right to treat myself to something just for ME this weekend

I reserve the right to reserve the right to reserve my rights 😉

In closing, I want to encourage each of you to have a Freedom Friday and do what the heck you want that’s going to make you feel good! Let loose and be naughty my friends! Woohoo!

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I can’t help but look at some people and say to myself, “they look like they stink”

I look at overweight couples and wonder if they have a sex life

I’d rather hang around a sinner who owns his/her sins, than hang around church folk who act like they don’t

“If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with”…Why? That’s settling

Stranger: Is that your man? (after seeing his pic on my phone)

Me: Yes, why?

Stranger: Oh, he must have big paper

Me: No, he has a big d*ck

Stranger: *crickets*

Me: Have a great day! (walks away with a huge grin on my face)

Purpose of the story: Why to black men assume that because a black woman is with the “other” man, that it’s about money?

Memories don’t leave like people do, but sometimes I wish they would

Nothing worse than waking up from a sexy dream and 1) being alone and 2) not being able to get laid

As much as I enjoy reading, I have yet to give in to the hype of 50 Shades of Grey

It’s a little disheartening that the only person that does something for me “just because” is my best cousin and trust me, I love her dearly for that

Some of the most comforting moments I’ve experienced were when I was alone and God spoke to me

When my inner voice speaks, I listen to her because otherwise she becomes one nagging little beyah!

I recently read this from a book “don’t call it woman’s intuition; that’s from your vagina…call it a hunch and trust that” I couldn’t help but oddly agree

When I see gay women who look like men, I sometimes wonder if they’re wearing a strap-on

I wish my free-spiritedness could take me away right now; flights are so expensive

If I had a dollar for every time my parents have told me they love me, I’d be broke

Sometimes when I listen to certain songs, I can recall exactly time, place, experience, person…it has, on occasion brought me to tears!

I’m now in the second quarter of my new year and I feel a definite positive shift toward something good and amazing

I’ve some to realize that if the sum of my experiences have made me stronger, I could be a real-live Superhero

When in doubt, reach out…sometimes it’s better to get a second opinion

I hate when someone I really don’t want to speak to or hear from comes to mind because then I’m left wondering why they come to mind in the first place

I recently found myself wanting to call *bullsh!t* on someone, but changed my mind because I realized at some point they’re lie will again expose itself…self-incrimation is far worse than anything I would’ve said

If what these mass-killers did is so heinous, why does the media insist of constantly showing their faces instead of the faces of those lost? I’d rather their images be in my face/mind than that of a murderer

If you’re innocent until proven guilty, but the crime you’ve committed self-indicts you (mass murder), why do we need to waste time and money on a trial?

I saw a little girl; maybe 9-10 who had a (bad) weave in and I wondered 1) why the mother would even have a weave in the young girl, 2) what message she was sending to the girl, 3) why did the weave look so bad, 4) allow a child to grow into herself and stop to doing to so-call make the adults like easier

The levels of narcissism in our society today are 1) at an all time high, 2) aggravate the ish out of me and 3) is so very unnecessary

If we spent more time tending our own lives, we might actually be able to accomplish something